Franco Period 9 2013

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The rustling of leather the smell of his breath. He boosts his confidence in himself however; it is not to woo a woman it is to show his self worth.

An engaging reflection has the confident man hooked. His small conversations, and flirty looks lead him to a successful kiss, now realizing he is ready for this date.

With his black leather jacket, all alone faced with a mirror of his own reflection. He talks the talk and does the doing in practice by using cheesy pick up lines to lure the gal in. If this will work, probably because he seems to be doing a good job by himself, himself being satisfied.

the closer he moves, the more space he consumes, he moves in closer crackling the leather of his jacket to place his arm above you. You feel the rising heat of his body and then his lips against yours and then in the heat of the moment you realize his feelings for you.

As James gets ready for his date, he prepares by using cheesy pick-ups on himself to scope out the perfect dialogue. He then uses his charming smile before he dives in for the intimate kiss.

With his department store lipstick stained tongue, Franco prepares to kiss yet another daddy-issue plagued girl, all with one purse of his lips; lips that are as tainted as the soul beneath his once southern Christian exterior. "Heh, monogamists are cute," he says.

With a knowing smile, Franco continues practicing his flirting skills; however, he can find interest in the reflection staring back at him.

As James dozes off into the relection of his slim sleek face, his admiration draws him closer and closer until he can't resist his urge to kiss the stunning man in the mirror.

With an allure of sexiness hidden within the deep creases of his crooked smile, the soft crunch of his old brown worn down leather jacket, and the lingering aroma of his musky 2 month old cologne all churn the uneasy butterflies within the pit of my stomach. Then suddenly his fine, pale chisled jaw draws near and with a flutter of this thick deep black eyelashes, his lush rose colored lips plunge onto mine with such ease and warm comfort of which ive never felt before.

Staring at a man, is a fake person - pleading. Imagining he could be with himself is real, not misleading. Together on this earth, forever since birth; and their hearts, in unison, stay beating.

young people spread their feelings in dept and to the world also it may be called expressing your feelings. Into words which can be said in a song, poem or letter. Sometimes expressing your feelings can empty your brain.His character is calm and passion to do what ever in life now and in later on.

Staring at his charming reflection preparing lines for the night-to-be, James leans into his own circus mustache, the heat of his breathe steams the mirror like a hot kettle on a winter day. As he leans in for the slow romantic peck, he pulls away in silence whispering "one more", the next kiss sweeter and softer than the previous.

The young, fly, and handsome man looks deeply into the mirror. Amazed by his great looks, and the freshness of his class, he feels the power.Planning his fresh moves if it were a real girl, he chatters to himself talking his soft and smooth words and then finishes it with a bliss kiss of perfection.

Smirking at the mirror at his reflection, he recites cheesy pick-up lines.The stiff leather jacket gives out a shriek as he lifts his arms in confidence. As he leans in, his breath shoots the mirror like a bullet to the target.

Dressed in his favorite black leather jacket, James adored himself in his batyhroom mirror. He longed to break through the confines of the reflective glass that kept him from himself. He scanned the lines and creases of his own skin with his eyes, admiring every little characteristic that made him so attractive. Creaking leather, his arm rased abouyve his head, as if to trap his prey. Gently, he resched out for a kiss, eager to please. As the smoot curve of his soft lips left the glass, the result became an obvious success, he knew the act must be repeated. He leaned in again, confident this kiss would be even better than the last. He felt a wave of internal exaultaion whemn he realized that it was two times the kiss he had given before.

The black leather squeak is faintly audible as the low humming of James' whispers escape from his lips. His seductive feint smile stares to his own as his flattering words get through to his ears. Franco allows himself to get closer inch by inch. He eyes lower as he moves in for the soft affection.

His spearmint breath fogs up the mirror as he causually leans in, with his rehearsed lines flowing out like a crescendo. The crisp cologne slowly fills the area.

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